We are wise, wise women. We are giggling girls.

I just hope it was okay, I know it wasn't perfect, I hope in the end we can laugh and say it was all worth it.

And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.

I'd rather suffer the consequences of truth than of silence.

People need something or someone to fasten themselves to in order to reassure themselves that they are real.

They taught me different was wrong.

The fundamental imbalance that is behind all of the other social diseases is patriarchy.